shiogenic

[shiogenic]

A thing I wrote, might be expanded on.

Day: Who cares, it’s probably still my first day exploring here (from now on, I’ll only update the day when I know it’s changed).

Floor five. Seven more to go.

Before my very eyes, I witness a mass of unwound flesh, two eyes pointing outward as bones jut out of it. I don’t think much of it, this entire building seems to contain impossible creatures, after all. 

I’ve heard of a man, so burdened by their loss that they can make things simply stop, preventing him from losing anything again. I personally see this concept as a true act of cowardice, though I do agree that the mere capability of doing such a thing does make someone less human. This is going off topic, however.

I carefully stay out of the unmoving creature’s line of sight, yet the unmoving eyes do make me wonder whether it is alive or not. I’d rather not dwell on the possibility of a lurking threat wandering through here, so I press on.

There is a desk in the corner, with a half-written note and a few coins. I stuff the note into my bag to inspect when I leave ,then look to the coins.

Money, actual, currently used money.

I stuff the money into my pocket. Sure it’s stealing, but I doubt anyone would care. The people who own this place are probably dead anyhow.

I continue exploring, still avoiding the sights of those unmoving flesh mounds. There are a few broken floorboards, but this isn’t new. 

Side note, I am genuinely confused anytime I try to figure out how recently this place has been abandoned, by people, at least.

I feel a sting in my right leg. What caused it? That’ll wait, just like most of the questions I have about this place. The leg goes numb, too fast for comfort. I look down to my leg and see something horrible.

There’s a deep hole in my-

No there isn’t. In fact, the skin and muscle on my leg is being unravelled slowly.

The moment I look at it, a sudden jolt of pain goes through me as I finally process that there’s danger.

I reach for my knife. I knew it wouldn’t help me against most hostile things here, but this is likely the one exception.

I slice through my leg, halfway between my knee and my hip, which should give enough time. The pain is overwhelming, but I do my best to tune it out. I need to do this lest I end like the flesh piles I’ve seen.

I guide the blade around my leg, and it goes all the way around, but the flesh is still connected to my bone. Oh well, I’m sure it can’t go through bone, otherwise the unravelled flesh on the floor would have bones strewn around it, not jutting out.

I proceed to the stairwell on the other end of the room. I don’t know why, but they seem to be a consistent place of refuge.

 Another side note, I have no idea what the architect was thinking when designing this. I mean, the stairs on each floor only go to the next floor! Why not just make them one big staircase!? Eh, not that it can be fixed no-

Oh right, I’m bleeding out. My little tangent distracted me. I don’t think I need to write it, but I do try my best to stop myself from bleeding. It doesn’t work though, I ran out of bandages trying. I hope there’s some dead guy to loot on the next floor.

Anyway, that’s all for this entry.